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I'd like to eat with my baby tonight
So, having got all those bank holidays out the way I figured it was time to give the Hot Yoga another go.
My first venture, last week, was to a Hot Flow Yoga class, which is a relentless 90 minutes of one pose after another. Admittedly, the last half hour or so is mostly lying-down stuff, but even so, it's hard going, and hard to follow along if you don't know the postures. Add in that the class was rammed full of people, and I was feeling pretty good about having managed to keep up (mostly) for the full time.
Last night, it was a Hot Yoga class with a different instructor whose class seemed much slower-paced and gentler. Each posture, or series of moves, was repeated twice making it much easier for a newbie to follow along. There are also short rest periods between each set. The class was also barely half full, giving me plenty of space to flail around in and clear views both of the instructor and of myself in the mirror. And I felt like shit on a stick for pretty much the entire 90 minutes :(
Almost from the start I felt light-headed, dizzy and really nauseous. My muscles seemed to want to go into cramp in almost any position. In fact, I felt exactly how I might have predicted I'd feel if attempting to spend an hour and a half exercising in a stupidly hot room. I stayed in the class, but spent protracted periods sitting or lying on my mat, and by the end of it all was very shaky and strongly inclined to burst into tears.
So, not a roaring success. Had this been my first experience, I think I'd be saying "well, I always thought hanging out at 42° was a stupid idea" and never going back. However, at present it's sort of 1-all and I have most of 3 weeks of my paid-for trial-period left to use up, so I guess I'll risk it at least once more.
Before anyone notes the reference to muscle cramp and says ha! you were dehydrated, I don't think that's the problem. Knowing I was taking myself off for a toasting in the evening, I'd had my nose firmly in the water trough all afternoon.
My current speculation is actually that I may not have eaten enough. It's not like I'd been skipping meals (having had my usual breakfast-at-7, lunch-at-1), but I hadn't had a mid-afternoon smackerel of anything and the class is at 6:15. And on reflection, yesterday's bento box was perhaps not as substantial as it might have been. I didn't feel underfed, but on the way home I realised I recognised the sort of shaky, panicky feeling. I hoovered up an M&S chicken sandwich as I passed through the station, and felt quite a lot better.
(Incidentally, in view of my suspicions, I went for something from M&S's "Fuller Longer[*]" range, which advertises itself as "high protein, balanced carbs". Maybe someone with some actual knowledge of actual nutrition can tell me whether that was a sensible course of action.)
So, yes. New exercise regime not an unqualified success thus far :)
[*] If only the adverts were done by Radiohead ;)
My first venture, last week, was to a Hot Flow Yoga class, which is a relentless 90 minutes of one pose after another. Admittedly, the last half hour or so is mostly lying-down stuff, but even so, it's hard going, and hard to follow along if you don't know the postures. Add in that the class was rammed full of people, and I was feeling pretty good about having managed to keep up (mostly) for the full time.
Last night, it was a Hot Yoga class with a different instructor whose class seemed much slower-paced and gentler. Each posture, or series of moves, was repeated twice making it much easier for a newbie to follow along. There are also short rest periods between each set. The class was also barely half full, giving me plenty of space to flail around in and clear views both of the instructor and of myself in the mirror. And I felt like shit on a stick for pretty much the entire 90 minutes :(
Almost from the start I felt light-headed, dizzy and really nauseous. My muscles seemed to want to go into cramp in almost any position. In fact, I felt exactly how I might have predicted I'd feel if attempting to spend an hour and a half exercising in a stupidly hot room. I stayed in the class, but spent protracted periods sitting or lying on my mat, and by the end of it all was very shaky and strongly inclined to burst into tears.
So, not a roaring success. Had this been my first experience, I think I'd be saying "well, I always thought hanging out at 42° was a stupid idea" and never going back. However, at present it's sort of 1-all and I have most of 3 weeks of my paid-for trial-period left to use up, so I guess I'll risk it at least once more.
Before anyone notes the reference to muscle cramp and says ha! you were dehydrated, I don't think that's the problem. Knowing I was taking myself off for a toasting in the evening, I'd had my nose firmly in the water trough all afternoon.
My current speculation is actually that I may not have eaten enough. It's not like I'd been skipping meals (having had my usual breakfast-at-7, lunch-at-1), but I hadn't had a mid-afternoon smackerel of anything and the class is at 6:15. And on reflection, yesterday's bento box was perhaps not as substantial as it might have been. I didn't feel underfed, but on the way home I realised I recognised the sort of shaky, panicky feeling. I hoovered up an M&S chicken sandwich as I passed through the station, and felt quite a lot better.
(Incidentally, in view of my suspicions, I went for something from M&S's "Fuller Longer[*]" range, which advertises itself as "high protein, balanced carbs". Maybe someone with some actual knowledge of actual nutrition can tell me whether that was a sensible course of action.)
So, yes. New exercise regime not an unqualified success thus far :)
[*] If only the adverts were done by Radiohead ;)